The Problem With Being Poor.

The problem with being poor is

If money buys happiness I couldn't afford it

I work a s**t job for s**t pay

And I feel like s**t at the end of the day

Money makes the world go 'round so I'm at a stand still

Because mothballs and lint don't pay the damn bills

Maybe if I made more my life would still be a mess

Though I don't think I'd be any better off with less

I wish my two cents was worth four

but I'm really just a dime a dozen at the dollar store

I don't mean to sell myself short but I've been short changed before

I think I need a change of mind

I've heard that change makes sense

But all these nickles and dimes

aren't going to pay for the rent.